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Mo Liancheng smiled faintly. It seemed that someone had forgotten that he still held her small hand, and he didnât bother to remind her. He self-indulgently played with it.
However, when he touched a faded, delicate scar on the back of her hand, he stopped his eyes. âHow did this come about?â
âJust that eldest sis...â Qu Tanâer just wanted to say it, but when the words left her lips, she noticed something wrong. Especially when he was holding her hand, studying the scar that once made her half-dead with anger and was now about to fade. She forcefully wanted to withdraw her hand, and change topic, âWhatâs up with you?â
âBenwang is asking you.â Mo Liancheng moved a little bit to prevent her from having a chance to withdraw her hand.
âThe hand belongs to me. I will answer if I want to answer, and if I donât want to answer, I wonât answer.â Fuck him, he really treated himself as the boss. She didnât even bother to pay attention to him.
âThis is Benwangâs eighth prince mansion. All the people belong to Benwang, even you.â
âIt was an accident.â Qu Tanâer licked her lips. Even if he was dissatisfied, she still dropped the words, though this answer was just a random excuse to gloss it over.
This man, what kindness did he ever show her that she would believe he was actually concerned about the wound on her hand?
The taste of conspiracy smelled too strong.
âDo you want that bed?â Mo Liancheng asked indifferently. She didnât have to answer the first question, but once he asked the second question, he was affirmed that she would definitely give an answer.
A bed that he had slept in for more than 20 years, but it was actually regarded as a treasure. It seems that he should re-evaluate the value of that bed?
Qu Tanâer glared at him. She originally did not want to get angry, but in the end, anger was still revealed on her small face.
He, he, he...
This man, the threat is clear enough, she... admits it.
âIt really was cut by accident.â
In the end, Qu Tanâer still said the same sentence with a serious face, so that there would not be any doubt.
âOh?â Mo Liancheng raised his eyebrows lightly. He did not say yes, but did not believe it either. When he had asked the first time, her reaction was so resentful that he knew that this small injury must not have been caused by her herself.
âFine Iâll tell you. This scar is because my eldest sister was very dissatisfied one day, and she tried to slap me in the face, but I accidentally blocked it with this hand. It was a reflex, and the result was this cut.â She didnât want to mention this matter. When she mentioned it, her anger exploded again. At that time, her eldest sister Qu Panâer had wanted to ruin her appearance, and she even managed to hide a sharp weapon between her fingers. If it wasnât her fate to block it with her hand, otherwise...
âOh, is that it?â
âBelieve it or not, itâs up to you. Okay, so you can return my hand back to me.â Sadly, it seemed that her hand was something that someone else had borrowed, and she was now asking them to return it.
Mo Liancheng didnât say anything, and lightly let go of her hand, but there was an intriguing reflection in his eyes looking at her.
âIf itâs okay, can I go back to my courtyard?â Qu Tanâer tugged at the corners of her mouth.